Lyrics:
case
(Shit is crazy)
It was times? i had to bag up in the staircase
(On st. johns)
Franklin ave? we're shit stay hotter than a fireplace
(Shit is hot)
In
me mr drip a lot
I whip the work with 2 hands sir mix a lot
I got the sauce yeah they call me mr drip a lot
Drip a lot
Drip a lot
I got the sauce yeah
I feel no pain (shut up, let us pray)
Chief counselor (yes, sir), co-founder (for the king)
My paperwork in order (no longer on the case)
However
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
on me, just in case
Jesus piece
Jesus piece
Know I got that Jesus piece on me
Jesus please
Got a lot of fuckin' things I can't say
Yeah got a lot of things
stealing tarts?
Knave: Yeah. So what? Do you want to make a federal case out of it??
St. George: No, Sir. We heard there was a dragon operating in this
men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is
of flower don't mix with no butter
Ain't with that booger that sugar leave trouble
I got to cash in my time when I go
They said they got a reward for my soul
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
Henn' sir
In my pants, yeah I keep about ten sir
I'm a loner, no I don't need friends sir
Got about ten bad bitches in the Benz sir
Don't ask me 'bout
When I ride by myself
I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her
Everybody calls me sir
No matter how long I stay
They never ever know
got that relative who say dumb shit
Generation curses working, no I wasn't never perfect
Ladies, babies off limits, I'm a clown, blaze first
Glances
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
aye it ain't no question, I'm toxic as fuck like when you mix bleach and ammonia
I got a court case pending
Bitch I ain't stressin cuz I'm winnin
Not
Fentanyl, dog, I wouldn't even take that
Lil' bro beat the stakes, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp but he can't talk no more, but he
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
way (Keed talk to 'em)
Sell a lot of D, we sold
I think 'bout that shit every day
Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away
No father and son time
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
ain't got no heart
(Hell naw)
I just got one beer
(Yes sir)
If you left me right now
I wouldn't shed one tear
(Oh hell naw)
I can only feel tits
(Oh my)
wrong
Have you an explanation?
What impertinence, Mr hartright!
Know your place, sir! This is-
No, no, Mr fairlie
I'm glad he asked this please
Please i
caught a case on that road, I ain't runnin' from nothin'
God on my side, I got nothin' to hide, now I'm runnin' from nothin'
God got me, woke me up, took
Officer, sir you must be jokin'
That was a cigarette I was smokin'
ATL's the place
559 parking lot was the scene
Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
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